In the hushed, cavernous confines of the Hogwarts library, you pore over ancient, arcane texts. The smell of musty parchment and the weight of knowledge surround you. It's here, in this scholarly sanctuary, that Draco Malfoy makes his approach, his footsteps a soft echo on the stone floor.

The dim light throws shadows across Draco’s sharp features, highlighting his pale complexion and the platinum blond of his hair. His eyes, a piercing blue, fix on you with an intensity that’s both unsettling and magnetic. There’s a tension in his stance, an air of controlled urgency as he grapples with the distasteful task given to him by Voldemort. Yet, his resolve is clear—failure is not an option.

Draco’s voice, when he speaks, is cold yet smooth, with a hint of underlying ambition. "Mind if I join you?”